ghost town poem





Ghost town, so wide open but yet so empty
The few people that are living are barely surviving,
People very depressed, people so hungry,
The only building in the town,
Holds only 5 people that don’t even know each other,
They are not related at all and they haven’t known each other besides today,
All five people trying to survive and eat as much as they can,
Hate and anger gets to them,
When one person has more food and water,
Hate drives this town,
Food and water are so limited,
They are in a desert and they are trying to find water,
Food in a so wide open spot,
But all of the food is gone, or soon will be,
Everybody sleeps all day and all night,
Just like they are hibernating,
People only get up if they need food or water,
People only talk to each other when they are dieing or need help finding food,
But not everybody helps each other,
People die from fights and starvation,
The ghost town,
In the middle of nowhere,
Where people hate each other,
Ghost town, where nobody wants to live.
By Alec Rossetti

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